Nalan Jinlian nodded slightly, a little disappointed, "I wonder if the young master could play it once more? There were some parts I didn’t hear clearly earlier!"
Zhou Yunshen couldn’t ask for more.
"It’s not very convenient here, why don’t we find another place?"
"Let’s go to the garden in front then!"
"Please lead the way, miss!"
Nalan Jinlian nodded.
The two walked one after the other.
Little did they know, on the other side of the wall, several men in black were attacking Chu Yu, who, holding a flute in one hand, was calmly responding.
Each move was ruthless, showing no mercy.
He had just sent Luoyi to handle something, and happened to think of Jinnian, playing the flute randomly, only to attract these people.
After dealing with the last person, Chu Yu heard a familiar flute melody.
He hurriedly followed the sound to find out.
Nalan Jinlian pressed her lips together.
The young master in front played well, but something was missing.
That indescribable feeling, it was different.
At the end of the tune, Zhou Yunshen said, "Forgive my poor performance!"
"Quite good!" Nalan Jinlian smiled slightly.
She looked up to see a man in the distance, dressed in a black brocade robe, exuding a murderous aura.
The whole person staring blankly at her.
Then he moved quickly as if hiding something.
Chu Yu had imagined a thousand ways they might meet, the scene of their reunion, but never thought it would be moment, with the person right in front of him, close yet seemingly worlds apart.
He didn’t dare to step forward and ask a question, didn’t dare to speak, or even move.
Afraid it was a dream, and when he woke up, she would still be gone.
No matter how much he looked, he couldn’t find her.
A thousand words, reduced to a slight choke.
Then he turned and walked away.
Nalan Jinlian was stunned.
How strange, who is this person?
Why not even say hello?
Zhou Yunshen, regardless of his inner displeasure, appeared very calm and gently asked, "Who was that person?"
"I don’t know!" Nalan Jinlian shook her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Thank you, young master. I should go back now!"
"Until we meet again!"
Nalan Jinlian curtsied slightly and left without saying more.
Just wondering, which of these two is the Crown Prince of Great Zhou and who is the Duke of Tianchu Country?
Chu Yu walked some distance and suddenly realized.
He suddenly turned back, and saw Nalan Jinlian coming with a maid, instantly freezing in place.
At a loss, not knowing what to say.
Tianci said she was injured and lost her memory, forgetting everything from before.
Meaning she forgot him too. What should he do? Should he go up and talk?
Should he smile? Or...
"Young master, are you unwell?" Nalan Jinlian asked softly.
Seeing him covered in sweat, she thought he must be ill.
"I, um..." Chu Yu swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, "Feeling a bit unwell!"
"Shall I call a doctor for you?"
Chu Yu responded softly, his voice trembling.
Nalan Jinlian nodded, pointing to the pavilion opposite, "You can sit there for a while, and I’ll accompany you while my maid goes for the mansion physician. Is that okay?"
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He turned and walked towards the pavilion, accidentally revealing a glimpse of his flute.
Nalan Jinlian noticed it.
After a moment of surprise, Nalan Jinlian decided to remain unobtrusive; she wanted to see what these two were all about.
She turned to Chunqiu and said, "Go call the Mansion Physician!"
Chunqiu nervously swallowed, "Miss, that’s not wise!"
"Why not?" Nalan Jinlian asked.
It was clear that Chunqiu was very nervous, but this was different from earlier; the earlier nervousness came with a hint of excitement.
Which means, Chunqiu and that previous person were in cahoots!